The JEsTeR ChiLd

Was it the scent of lilac roses that gave me away? The smell of one crashing to earth at the speed of light; burning my wings away, tearing my skin apart as I fall from grace. The lights went out, a change took place and I am no longer who I was before.

How did you get the impression that I was sugar kept in a porcelain jar; niceness and kindness and all things diabetically sweet? Would you eat my flesh if I showed you the way? Would you speak my name in the dark hours of your need? Would you love me like no other and betray me like all the others?